I tell you what gets me about Nelson Mandela: he's a selfish bastard.
I was 11 years old when he finally checked out of his cell on Robben Island. And what day does he choose to come out? The day I've set the video timer to record the wrestling. So the next morning, as I replayed the tape, all I had was two hours of news footage of Mandela making his long (and, might I say, boring) walk to freedom.
He'd been in there 27 years. Another night wouldn't have killed him.
I never did find out if the Ultimate Warrior beat Rick Rude in that steel cage match.
